The car was filled with a heavy silence, and Liza cautiously glanced at Gavin, trying to read his expression. To her relief, his face remained neutral, giving her the impression that he hadn’t taken her words to heart. She sighed inwardly, convinced that the topic of her “deceased fiancé” was now behind them. Surely, Gavin wouldn’t care about something so trivial. Relaxing slightly, she looked out the window and said with a cheerful tone, “Gavin, can you stop the car here? I need to get off—” Before she could finish, the car sped right past her intended stop. Her smile froze. “…” Gavin’s voice broke the silence, calm but with an edge of sarcasm. “Just pretend I’m old and can’t hear you. Or better yet, pretend I’m dead.” Liza was speechless. “…” His words mirrored what she had said earlier about her fiancé, making her feel oddly targeted. Does he think I lied about that? Impossible—I was so convincing! News of the Reed Family acquiring the highly sought-after gown, Time Flows, designed by the renowned Master Ruby Co, spread like wildfire throughout elite circles. Invitations from the Reed Family reached every corner of high society, particularly targeting influential families and players in the fashion industry. Naturally, the Sinclair Family received one as well. Meanwhile, Liza had plans to meet her Brother Albert, and their chosen rendezvous point turned out to be near Sinclair Corporation. Surprised by the coincidence, she asked, “Since when did you start dealing with Sinclair Corporation?” Brother Albert smirked lazily, his tone carrying a hint of mischief. “Why don’t we visit Sinclair Corporation and give you a chance to let off some steam?” Amused by his suggestion, Liza chuckled and readily agreed. Frankly, she welcomed the distraction. Lately, Gavin had been acting strange, looking at her with what felt like disdain and speaking in a cryptic, almost mocking tone. Spending time with her Brother Albert sounded far more appealing than figuring out what was going on with Gavin. When Gavin learned that Liza had gone off with her brother Albert, his expression darkened. Tossing aside the contract in his hand, he closed his eyes briefly to gather his thoughts. After a moment, he opened them and said coldly, “George.” His assistant immediately stepped forward. “Yes, President Gavin. What can I do for you?” “Contact Master Winston. Ask if her Brother Albert has been too idle lately.” Gavin’s displeasure was palpable. Snatching someone right in front of me? Brother or not, Liza is already married, and her husband is supposed to be her priority now. George’s thoughts, however, were far less supportive. President Gavin, Madam is already upset with you! Provoking her Brother Albert—the man she clearly trusts—won’t help your case. You’re practically digging your own grave. But George wisely kept his thoughts to himself. As if that wasn’t enough, Gavin’s tone turned even icier as he added, “And another thing… The Reed Family’s so-called gown is a fake. You know what to do.” George’s eyes widened in shock. “The gown is fake? They dared to present a forgery as the real deal?” The audacity of the Reed Family astounded him. Did they have a death wish? However, what truly floored George was Gavin’s casual determination to expose them publicly. The Stone and Reed families had multiple collaborations, and a scandal of this magnitude could severely impact their partnership. From a business perspective, this seemed like a reckless move. Attempting to inject caution into the situation, George hesitated before saying, “President Gavin, perhaps we should consider—” But Gavin cut him off. His voice was steady, yet it carried an unyielding finality. “The Reed Family crossed the line when they offended her. They brought this on themselves.”At that, George fell silent. If President Gavin’s motivation was rooted in protecting Madam, then there was no reasoning with him. … Outside the Sinclair Corporation building, Liza stood waiting while her Brother Albert, went to park the car. After a few minutes, he came back, his expression stormy and his irritation palpable. “Master just called and completely went off on me,” Albert grumbled, his frustration evident. “He accused me of stealing some big shot’s wife. Can you believe that nonsense?” Liza blinked in confusion. “Wait… what?” “Steal his wife?!” Albert scoffed, exasperated. “Do you see any women hanging around me? How could I have possibly stolen anyone’s wife? The man must be out of his mind. What’s his problem? Did he complain to Master just to mess with me?” Liza felt a flicker of awkwardness. She hesitated, glancing at him nervously. Technically, I do meet those criteria. I’m a living female, after all… But how could I possibly be linked to a big shot as his wife? Trying to dispel the awkwardness, she smiled and decided to commiserate with him. “You’re absolutely right, Brother Albert. That big shot must be jealous of you. He’s probably envious because you’re young and good-looking.” Albert gave her a sidelong glance, considering her words. “Hmm, you’ve got a point. Alright, wait here for a bit. I’ll run upstairs, grab what I need, and then take you to the Reed Family’s banquet.” Before Liza could respond, a voice called out behind them, catching their attention. “President Albert?” Albert turned to see none other than Mr Sinclair approaching, a polite smile plastered across his face. “President Albert, it’s a surprise to see you here at Sinclair Corporation. Are you perhaps considering a collaboration with us?” Albert’s expression turned cold, his demeanor indifferent. He nodded curtly. “That’s right. I think Sinclair Corporation has potential.” The atmosphere shifted, leaving Liza to observe the interaction with curiosity. What exactly is Brother Albert up to now?